(Arata)
(Slight NSFW Content Ahead)
This was a whole new level of vulnerability and yet I felt safe with him. Wrapped up in his big, burly arms, I watched as his fingers slid in and out of my wetness.
I was totally at his mercy, and yet part of me knew he wouldn't hurt me, just provide immense pleasure.
Every touch, so nerve-wracking so abysmally deep that he seemed to touch my soul.
I wished to scream in pleasure that rolled over every centimetre of my skin, every fibre of my nerves and every single bone my body possessed, but his glove held back my moans.
And, yet, I couldn't stop staring at the expressionless mask he wore, and my mind roamed to imagine what he must be like underneath it.
Thrashing and squirming in his hold, I took whatever he offered. He took his time with me, sometimes teasingly slow and at other times in fast rhythmic movements.
